Enough...

Are we not tired of killings?
War and destructions
And the blood on the pavement is not enough
It is not enough…
To subjugate our feelings

When is the time
To sublimate our thoughts
And only use our hands for holding tight
Each others arms
Use only our lips for kisses
To subdue our anger
And just be nice
Without quarrel
Live only our life peaceful

What is all this killings?
Why are we not friends?
They are sucking the juice from the earth
For only the greed of man
Destroying our life, with their outgrowth
The outbreak, the burst, in our mind
Ostentatious, with their vulgarity,
Somber and modest, we in our purity
How cannot, we see?
How cannot we feel?
Do we not feel the redolence?
Of early morning blossom of the trees
Growing with the warmth of a little garden
In our back yard
And life is not beautiful enough
Just the smell of a little rose, a daffodil
Touching the soft hand of love and tenderness
Is not enough….
Have we become cruel with our children
What is it that we live in division of …
classes, races, and gender?
In misery of one for the price of another
When can we share our father’s daily bread?
And only drink the glass of wine of our father?
Is redemption far away?
Or we are only too blind
This scrimmage of our living
Will only contribute
Into nothing more than scrimping life
Look around… look around
What do you see?
Misery, hunger, war, and killing
Nothing but
Scruffy scrum in a tumultuous bound virulently
Tempting their indulgent self
So pity….
So Pity……